Mr. Darkness


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From USA Today Best Selling Author, Hilary StormMy name is Camille Richards. I'm a simple woman and I love my quiet life and work hard to keep it that way. I write romance stories, the kind where the man crashes into her life and completes her world while they fall madly in love with each other.Damon Deverick is the epitome of complicated. What this man does to me is unlike anything I've ever dealt with and I think that's my problem. I don't know how to respond to him. He's powerful even when he stands completely still, not saying a word... but when he touches me it's as if everything before that very moment was minuscule in comparison.Who knew I'd be this intrigued after a single day with him? It's supposed to be easy... but there's just one problem, to him this is work and I'm not sure I can separate business from pleasure because it seems to be one in the same when it involves him.




Mr Dark


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Mr. Dark Side, número dos


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“The Dark does have its bright side.” Monroe, Grimm Centuries before we the people began forking out mega-bucks supporting alphabet law enforcement collections of slacker eaters of donuts, it was the private sector who kept society reasonably restrained. Dad was part of that proud, shadow private sector segment. As was Granddad and Great Granddad. Dad started me out early, because nobody worries about a kid with a cheap camera. I remember what I think was the first time Dad used my youth to infiltrate and get the shot. Mom tells it different. She claims Dad actually used me as cover when I was an infant. According to her, Dad put me in a baby carriage and pushed me past a secure building all the while snapping photos with a camera hidden under my blanket. He’d stop the carriage, fuss with my blanket, snap photos with just the lens sticking out then tuck the camera back under. Mom found out and Dad backed off putting his offspring to work for a number of years. While I don't remember the baby carriage episode, I do remember the first time Dad used me for a 'walk-through'. Walk-through, that's when you just walk by and try to snap a few photos, surreptitiously.




Mr. Dark Side, número tres


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"... we both know the best villains have little or no profile at all." Ian Rankin “Again, it’s a miracle that more federal judges are not whacked.” John Grisham PROLOGUE Granddad stressed psychophysics as an investigative tool. He said to know a targeted person, to really start to understand that person, it was as easy as just watching that person’s eyes. Just provide a range of visual stimuli and watch the target's eyes. I was just a teenager with a brand new driver's license. Granddad would let me drive as he worked his private investigator gigs. The first couple of times out, driving Granddad around, convinced me about the whole concept of psychophysics. Granddad was investigating a potential Candidate for the position of Police Chief of Santa Barbara. The City Power-Brokers were paying. I tagged along as driver and chief note taker. Granddad set up in a parking lot across the street from the café coffee shop the Candidate frequented almost every morning. One of the nice things about Southern California is the vast abundance of want-to-be-actors on-tap. Young ones, old ones, retreads, Method actors, Meyerhold’s Biomechanics pretenders, Classical actors, and of course, Meisner devotees, all on tap at the drop of a hat. Well, almost immediately available with a single phone call. Granddad didn't tell them why or even for whom they were working. He didn't have to. The thrill of being paid, in cash, for a simple walk-on, was enough for the want-to-bees. Early every morning, for the first week, Granddad and I sat in his car and watched the Candidate's eyes as a broad representation, via the want-to-bees’ preferred methods of expression, of the human condition, paraded by the café windows, in front of the Candidate. Part of psychophysics is testing for the lower limits of what causes an individual to take conscious notice of the provided stimulus. Granddad was convinced that a person's eyes, at the instant of the lower limit stimuli, gave a snapshot on the person's subconscious attitudes. He was old-school. He believed that individuals couldn’t change their attitudes toward others but could modify their behaviors. He stressed that what we were doing was trying to see if the Candidate had predator-attitudes that he had successfully hidden via modifying his behavior to fit what he wanted others to see. We sat, binoculars glued to our eyes, as we watched from across the street, the Candidate's eyes, as the want-to-bees parade passed by.




Mr. DARK SIDE, número uno


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CHAPTER 1 “In the beginning there was only Chaos. Then out of the void appeared Erebus, the unknowable place where death dwells, and Night. All else was empty, silent, endless, dark. Then, Love was born bringing along the beginning of order. From Love emerged Light, ….” greekmythology.com “Distal phalangeal fracture,” the too young Doctor stated, factually, as she pointed at my bare big toe. She glanced back at her computer screen. “Old injury.” I nodded. “Yeah. I don't remember doing it, the actual, ahh, event. But my Mother would tell the story about me, as a toddler, dropping Great Uncle Edger's model locomotive, either a Lionel or Märklin, the make changed each time she told the story, on my toe.” Uh oh, I getting ahead of myself. OK, let me start again. ... Mom, as in 'She Who Must Be Obeyed', had made it crystal clear. I was going to take advantage of our Heath Insurance Program's full medical exam and 'free' body scan. Part of her 'crystal clarity' was that I had no say in the matter. It had made me seriously think about giving up my rent-free living at home status. The small, semi-furnished, presently available, studio apartment just down the street from my favorite bar was looking better and better. A good deal better than sitting answering questions about the how and why of old injuries. In silence, I questioned 'why' it was so important to Mom that she'd have confirmation of me being a member of humanity. I did question though, in silence, for sure. Her demanding that she follow me in her car to the clinic and personally deliver me to the front desk, should have tipped me off to her motivation. Yup, it never dawned on me, at that instant in time, what she was plotting. Clueless, I dutifully sat as she filled out forms which she then allowed me to sign. Surprisingly, she didn't insist on accompanying me down the hallway to a small health clinic type room. The young woman, to my eye way too young to be a medical doctor, introduced herself as Doctor Hickok. Well, of course I asked about the OK Coral. Didn't even get a smile. All business, Doc Hickok. Yup, 'High Noon'.




Mr. Blok


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An artist and his search for the meaning of life, art, and everything that surrounds him and inspires him. In the author's own words: "YOU who read best sellers and wear standard size shoes. YOU who never take unscheduled flights and never share views of the few. YOU who spit on a chess table and don't eat Snails Provencal. YOU wasters stuffed with timetables and self-importance -- YOU will never belong to Mr. Blok's admirers. But You who are capable of seeing your own ridiculousness; You, the spirited and the ones undiscouraged by your own futility -- You, readers, will find Mr. Blok a likable fellow, who will not mind in the slightest being put aside, should he not succeed in holding your attention."







The Complete Works


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Mr. Dark


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Sophie Medical student Sophie White is working two jobs to pay for her college tuition. But when she meets the handsome, dark and mysterious Mark, she is thrust into a world that she never knew existed. Mark A man of confidence, Mark exudes a quiet power and seductiveness, but who he is and how he acquired his wealth remains a mystery. When he meets the lovely Sophie White, he is smitten, and despite every fiber in his body telling him not to, he brings her into his dark world. **This is the first book in the Mr. Dark series. Each book is a full-length novel with an HEA and no cheating! Each book focuses on a different couple.




Karolina Dalca, Dark Eyes


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Blindsided by an attack that destroys her home and blamed for murder, Karolina Dalca, a half-vampire, escapes, only to plunge into the magical societies from which she was sheltered. Betrayed by those around her, she abandons her dreams of becoming an investigator and flees, trusting only herself. Her police internship would never prove more useful. Hoofing it through the wilderness, she makes it to her university dorm, disheveled but delightfully deflowered. Enter a full vampire: one wielding dark magic and a ride out of Canada. A fugitive from the law, Karo complies with his demands to escape, unsure whether his requests are bewitched. She vows to clear her name and avenge her mother's death, but Karo's family secrets aren't so easily left behind.